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 |Social Events|Edna Garrad| 4| |Social Events|Edna Garrad| 4|
 |At Our Annual General Meeting|Alex Colley| 4| |At Our Annual General Meeting|Alex Colley| 4|
-|List af Officers| | 6|+|List of Officers| | 6|
 |News from Lyn Baber| | 7| |News from Lyn Baber| | 7|
 |Walking Guide for April|John Logan|12| |Walking Guide for April|John Logan|12|
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 Because of its bearing on the annual subscription,​ the move to new rooms was discussed at the same time. The Committee appointed to look for new rooms reported that, of the 8 halls it had investigated,​ only one offered the facilities the Club needed. This was the hall of the N.S.W. Nurses'​ Association,​ in Reiby Place. It was clean, tastefully decorated, well lighted and with adequate ventilation and window space. A committee room was available once a month and space would be provided for a steel cabinet and our map cabinet. The rental was £5. 5. 0 a week. The Committee pointed out that all surplus furniture, including the library would have to go. The seats were arranged in rows and "​greater effort than has hitherto been forthcoming would be required from members if we were to have a clubroom rather than a hall", as the chairs would need to be rearranged every evening. It also pointed out that the necessary sorting and disposal of club equipment meant a lot of work for club officers. Because of its bearing on the annual subscription,​ the move to new rooms was discussed at the same time. The Committee appointed to look for new rooms reported that, of the 8 halls it had investigated,​ only one offered the facilities the Club needed. This was the hall of the N.S.W. Nurses'​ Association,​ in Reiby Place. It was clean, tastefully decorated, well lighted and with adequate ventilation and window space. A committee room was available once a month and space would be provided for a steel cabinet and our map cabinet. The rental was £5. 5. 0 a week. The Committee pointed out that all surplus furniture, including the library would have to go. The seats were arranged in rows and "​greater effort than has hitherto been forthcoming would be required from members if we were to have a clubroom rather than a hall", as the chairs would need to be rearranged every evening. It also pointed out that the necessary sorting and disposal of club equipment meant a lot of work for club officers.
  
-Brian Harvey moved that, in order to enable us to make the move, subscriptions for juniors be raised from 15/- to £l, for single members over 21 from £l to £2, for married couples from 30/- to £2.10.0, and for non-actives from 5/- to 7/6d. Jim Brown didn't think we could afford it because, after our last increase in subs, we had lost over 70 members (against an intake of 33). Jack Wren agreed that we might lose members at first, but we had the funds to carry us over and we might well gain members after the first year. Tom Moppett agreed with this view, and Malcolm McGregor favoured using our Club Room acquisition reserve, if necessary. Ken Meadows thought we might close the Club Room on committee nights, thus saving one quarter of the rent, and Kevin Ardill suggested we might have a levy or raffle to make up the deficit. John White, who thought the new rooms were "​beaut"​ said that young people were not coming into the club as they should be, and we would stagnate if we stayed in the Ingersoll Hall. Colin Putt favoured a somewhat smaller increase in order to cushion the "shock to the Club's system"​ and a draft on our reserves, which were suffering capital erosion. Edna Stretton said ours was the cheapest club in Sydney. We had one night a week's free entertainment and our weekends planned for us. It was not just a Club, it was a way of life. Don Frost thought we would have to find another £200 a year and we couldn'​t. Bob Abernethy referred to the "​measly"​ attitude of some people. The proposed subs would amount to 9d. a week, as compared with 2/- a night, equal to 104/- a year paid by the Youth Hostels Association members. Ray Kirkby, who found the Ingersoll Hall in the dire days after we lost our old clubroom, said that we had been trying to find better rooms ever since. This was the first and only suitable hall we had found. Roy Bruggy wanted better rooms, but counselled caution and was of the opinion that if members couldn'​t take our present rooms they might never endure the rigors of walking. In his summing up, Brian Harvey pointed out that the increase represented the price of two cigarettes a week. There would be a saving in fares for many members, whilst there were other advantages such as adequate parking space. The motion was then put and carried with little opposition.+Brian Harvey moved that, in order to enable us to make the move, subscriptions for juniors be raised from 15/- to £1, for single members over 21 from £1 to £2, for married couples from 30/- to £2.10.0, and for non-actives from 5/- to 7/6d. Jim Brown didn't think we could afford it because, after our last increase in subs, we had lost over 70 members (against an intake of 33). Jack Wren agreed that we might lose members at first, but we had the funds to carry us over and we might well gain members after the first year. Tom Moppett agreed with this view, and Malcolm McGregor favoured using our Club Room acquisition reserve, if necessary. Ken Meadows thought we might close the Club Room on committee nights, thus saving one quarter of the rent, and Kevin Ardill suggested we might have a levy or raffle to make up the deficit. John White, who thought the new rooms were "​beaut"​ said that young people were not coming into the club as they should be, and we would stagnate if we stayed in the Ingersoll Hall. Colin Putt favoured a somewhat smaller increase in order to cushion the "shock to the Club's system"​ and a draft on our reserves, which were suffering capital erosion. Edna Stretton said ours was the cheapest club in Sydney. We had one night a week's free entertainment and our weekends planned for us. It was not just a Club, it was a way of life. Don Frost thought we would have to find another £200 a year and we couldn'​t. Bob Abernethy referred to the "​measly"​ attitude of some people. The proposed subs would amount to 9d. a week, as compared with 2/- a night, equal to 104/- a year paid by the Youth Hostels Association members. Ray Kirkby, who found the Ingersoll Hall in the dire days after we lost our old clubroom, said that we had been trying to find better rooms ever since. This was the first and only suitable hall we had found. Roy Bruggy wanted better rooms, but counselled caution and was of the opinion that if members couldn'​t take our present rooms they might never endure the rigors of walking. In his summing up, Brian Harvey pointed out that the increase represented the price of two cigarettes a week. There would be a saving in fares for many members, whilst there were other advantages such as adequate parking space. The motion was then put and carried with little opposition.
  
 Next the meeting considered the abolition of the by-laws. Jim Brown, who had undertaken, when Secretary, the difficult task of preparing the original list, said that he had found many ridiculous and overlapping motions, and many that members would not now countenance. Our resolutions needed listing. Ron Knightley said that only twice in 13 years had there been trouble over the interpretation of the club's intentions. All by-laws should be submitted for the approval of general meetings. Though this had not been done for several years nobody had called the Committee to account. Allan Wilson said they caused a lot of delay and hindrance and Brian Anderson pointed out that various Secretaries had not understood what was required - each succeeding one would do worse. Ron Knightley then asked had anyone a complete copy of the by-laws? This initiated a long discussion on familiar lines between Club officers, which ended with a closure motion and a vote in favour of the motion. Next the meeting considered the abolition of the by-laws. Jim Brown, who had undertaken, when Secretary, the difficult task of preparing the original list, said that he had found many ridiculous and overlapping motions, and many that members would not now countenance. Our resolutions needed listing. Ron Knightley said that only twice in 13 years had there been trouble over the interpretation of the club's intentions. All by-laws should be submitted for the approval of general meetings. Though this had not been done for several years nobody had called the Committee to account. Allan Wilson said they caused a lot of delay and hindrance and Brian Anderson pointed out that various Secretaries had not understood what was required - each succeeding one would do worse. Ron Knightley then asked had anyone a complete copy of the by-laws? This initiated a long discussion on familiar lines between Club officers, which ended with a closure motion and a vote in favour of the motion.
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 "The countries through which we have travelled, or intend to travel are Australia via Broken Hill, Port August, Fremantle, Broome, thence by the "​Charon"​ to Singapore, then Malaya, Thailand, Burma, India, Pakistan, Afghanistan,​ Persia, Iran, Irak, Turkey, Greece, Yugoslavia, Italy, Switzerland,​ France to England. "The countries through which we have travelled, or intend to travel are Australia via Broken Hill, Port August, Fremantle, Broome, thence by the "​Charon"​ to Singapore, then Malaya, Thailand, Burma, India, Pakistan, Afghanistan,​ Persia, Iran, Irak, Turkey, Greece, Yugoslavia, Italy, Switzerland,​ France to England.
  
-We lost our trailer ten miles out of Pt. Augusta and came limping in with it. A bolt in the coupling came off even though it had been tightened that morning and we had not been over very rough roads. I was in the back at the time and it was quite spectacular to see the coupling end just rise slowly into the air, skid on the corner for awhile, career across the road, bounce and then turn right over and keep on bouncing amidst frantic screams and yells. We were very lucky really that there was not more damage. A couple of the petrol tins were bent but stlli useable and nothing else in the trailer was damaged. The trailer itself had the axle and the springs bent and a couple of dents. We dragged it into Port Augusta to a garage, where the boys dismantled it - (the two tyres were ruined but they were only old ones, we had spares). They had the axles and springs reforged (I think that is the word) and have now put it together again and we are ready for the Nullabor. (This is the beginning of quite a lot of trouble they have had with the trailer.) While they were working we found a caravan park with good washing facilities, put the tent up, and got tea ready. When they came back Bruce casually said "Bring out your dirty clothes and I'll wash them" expecting a few things. He was completely inundated, so while we were fixing tea the three boys did all the washing - rows of it - one washing, one rinsing and one hanging out. Our first wash of the trip.+We lost our trailer ten miles out of Pt. Augusta and came limping in with it. A bolt in the coupling came off even though it had been tightened that morning and we had not been over very rough roads. I was in the back at the time and it was quite spectacular to see the coupling end just rise slowly into the air, skid on the corner for awhile, career across the road, bounce and then turn right over and keep on bouncing amidst frantic screams and yells. We were very lucky really that there was not more damage. A couple of the petrol tins were bent but still useable and nothing else in the trailer was damaged. The trailer itself had the axle and the springs bent and a couple of dents. We dragged it into Port Augusta to a garage, where the boys dismantled it - (the two tyres were ruined but they were only old ones, we had spares). They had the axles and springs reforged (I think that is the word) and have now put it together again and we are ready for the Nullabor. (This is the beginning of quite a lot of trouble they have had with the trailer.) While they were working we found a caravan park with good washing facilities, put the tent up, and got tea ready. When they came back Bruce casually said "Bring out your dirty clothes and I'll wash them" expecting a few things. He was completely inundated, so while we were fixing tea the three boys did all the washing - rows of it - one washing, one rinsing and one hanging out. Our first wash of the trip.
  
-On our way to Broome we travelled through red dust, white dust, and within 10 miles of Broome were inundated with black dust. We had black faces, in fact everything was black. It was so hot and we were so sticky all the dust turned to mud - what a sight. While camping at Broome two Holden'​s turned up containing Melbourne people going round Australia. They had met F. Rigby & Co. from S.B.W. We had to stay in Broome for a few days waiting for the boat to arrive. We loved Broome, met lots of people and had a wonderful time. Our pace slowed down to Broome'​s pace. The boys got jobs at the Meatworks and they really had to work hard. Did two 17 hour shifts, both through the night, and they were exhausted. They had to wrap themselves up in woollen jumpers, sox, jackets, hats and leather gloves, while we were still in our swimsuits. They had to work in the freezing chambers, 10 degrees below freezing point, loading the meat on to the train to go to the ships. They only got £15.10.0 each for the whole time. John had never done any work like that in his life before, but they were all dead beat when they finished so it did not matter. They had meals provided for them at a Cafe and would come home (or rather to the camp) during their breaks and empty sausages out of their pockets for our breakfast. Also they asked the boss for some steaks. We had enough for two meals and it was delicious. John thought it was lovely steak until he found out that it came from the Meatworks and then would not eat any more. The loading and sailing of the ships depends completely on the tide. It looks so funny to see a great big ship left sitting high and dry on the mud with the sea about half a mile further out. Our ship arrived at 9 p.m. Sunday evening. The boys were working so we had to try to pack, had had no official loading time, even though we knew that the ship would sail at 9.30 p.m. Monday on the high tide. At 8 o'​clock Monday morning the Dalgety agent came racing round to tell us that the Landrover had to be aboard immediately or else it would cost an extra £28. What panic, as you can imagine. Angela and I started pulling tents down while Louise goes off helter skelter to the Meatmorks ​to collect the boys. After a few hectic minutes, with things being loaded in record time, we three girls were left stranded, sitting under a tree in the camping ground surrounded by a few scattered belongings, cups, a billy and a dirty frying pan. It was 12 o'​clock before we eventually collected ourselves, so we asked our next door neighbours to drive us to the ship. They took us right to the gangplank along the jetty and then had to back off. We really must have looked a scream coming on board because we did not bother to tidy up at all, just went aboard in old shorts and jeans, no lipstick, and carrying odd bundles and string bags, etc. Louise even had the dirty frying pan wrapped in newspaper. There are 2,000 sheep aboard and so far 36 have died. It has been very hot indeed and the Captain is more worried about them than about us. Eric has just brought out the malaria tablets, which we will start taking today. This morning the wharf has been a hive of industry. The Landrover and trailer are ashore. A lot of coolie women came aboard, all dressed alike in black pants and tops with big pieces of brown paper or black cloth tied flat across the top of their heads. They had the filthiest work of all, that of cleaning out the sheep pens and unloading all the straw and muck into trucks. Meanwhile the men, in clean white shirts, were unloading all the clean cargo - what a contrast.+On our way to Broome we travelled through red dust, white dust, and within 10 miles of Broome were inundated with black dust. We had black faces, in fact everything was black. It was so hot and we were so sticky all the dust turned to mud - what a sight. While camping at Broome two Holden'​s turned up containing Melbourne people going round Australia. They had met F. Rigby & Co. from S.B.W. We had to stay in Broome for a few days waiting for the boat to arrive. We loved Broome, met lots of people and had a wonderful time. Our pace slowed down to Broome'​s pace. The boys got jobs at the Meatworks and they really had to work hard. Did two 17 hour shifts, both through the night, and they were exhausted. They had to wrap themselves up in woollen jumpers, sox, jackets, hats and leather gloves, while we were still in our swimsuits. They had to work in the freezing chambers, 10 degrees below freezing point, loading the meat on to the train to go to the ships. They only got £15.10.0 each for the whole time. John had never done any work like that in his life before, but they were all dead beat when they finished so it did not matter. They had meals provided for them at a Cafe and would come home (or rather to the camp) during their breaks and empty sausages out of their pockets for our breakfast. Also they asked the boss for some steaks. We had enough for two meals and it was delicious. John thought it was lovely steak until he found out that it came from the Meatworks and then would not eat any more. The loading and sailing of the ships depends completely on the tide. It looks so funny to see a great big ship left sitting high and dry on the mud with the sea about half a mile further out. Our ship arrived at 9 p.m. Sunday evening. The boys were working so we had to try to pack, had had no official loading time, even though we knew that the ship would sail at 9.30 p.m. Monday on the high tide. At 8 o'​clock Monday morning the Dalgety agent came racing round to tell us that the Landrover had to be aboard immediately or else it would cost an extra £28. What panic, as you can imagine. Angela and I started pulling tents down while Louise goes off helter skelter to the Meatworks ​to collect the boys. After a few hectic minutes, with things being loaded in record time, we three girls were left stranded, sitting under a tree in the camping ground surrounded by a few scattered belongings, cups, a billy and a dirty frying pan. It was 12 o'​clock before we eventually collected ourselves, so we asked our next door neighbours to drive us to the ship. They took us right to the gangplank along the jetty and then had to back off. We really must have looked a scream coming on board because we did not bother to tidy up at all, just went aboard in old shorts and jeans, no lipstick, and carrying odd bundles and string bags, etc. Louise even had the dirty frying pan wrapped in newspaper. There are 2,000 sheep aboard and so far 36 have died. It has been very hot indeed and the Captain is more worried about them than about us. Eric has just brought out the malaria tablets, which we will start taking today. This morning the wharf has been a hive of industry. The Landrover and trailer are ashore. A lot of coolie women came aboard, all dressed alike in black pants and tops with big pieces of brown paper or black cloth tied flat across the top of their heads. They had the filthiest work of all, that of cleaning out the sheep pens and unloading all the straw and muck into trucks. Meanwhile the men, in clean white shirts, were unloading all the clean cargo - what a contrast.
  
 We made friends with a young Chinese boy in Singapore one night when we were trying to make out selves understood in a cafe. He recognised us from our photos in the Strait'​s Times, rescued us, and entertained us until we left Singapore. On our first night out a young Indian boy in the back of a bus recognised us from the same photo, made signs to Eric, who was driving at the time, inviting us to sleep at his place. We did of course. The town was called Batu Pahat. The next day we had several ferry crossings, drove through Malacca, Mucer and on to Kuala Lumpur. We stopped there for a few minutes and very soon had the offer of a Church School Hall to sleep in. We were surrounded by questioning young boys until 12, and one of the school teachers even wanted to come with us. The next day we motored on to a town called Taiping and called at a N.Z. Military base where Bruce knew the dentist - went to school with him. He was not there when we arrived but we were entertained royally in the Officer'​s Mess. We had a beautiful dinner with them, slept the night on the Sport'​s pavilion verandah, and the next morning set off for Penang. We were just driving along the street there when we were tooted by some women in a car. We stopped and spoke to them - just as well too - they were Army Officer'​s wives and one of them from Sydney invited us girls to stay at her place for the night. Penang is really beautiful, lovely beaches, wonderful trees and magnificent homes. The place where the boys stayed was the complete upstairs of a huge old house with fully equipped kitchen, three huge bedrooms, dining room, living room and four bathrooms. The lady we stayed with had a beautiful modern two storey semi-detached house just by the sea. The next day we were entertained at the most exclusive club in town. Consequently we left Penang with very pleasant memories. It is only 48 miles in circumference but there are 2 1/2 million people on it. They range from the rich in palatial homes in tree lined avenues, to the Malays and Chinese living crowded together in dirty hovels. That day we drove on to the Thai border, where we spent the night at the Custom'​s Post of Changloon - more staring faces. Throughout Malaya the roads are very good, all tar sealed, but everybody drives like crazy. All the road signs are in English as well as Malayan and a lot of people speak English. We made friends with a young Chinese boy in Singapore one night when we were trying to make out selves understood in a cafe. He recognised us from our photos in the Strait'​s Times, rescued us, and entertained us until we left Singapore. On our first night out a young Indian boy in the back of a bus recognised us from the same photo, made signs to Eric, who was driving at the time, inviting us to sleep at his place. We did of course. The town was called Batu Pahat. The next day we had several ferry crossings, drove through Malacca, Mucer and on to Kuala Lumpur. We stopped there for a few minutes and very soon had the offer of a Church School Hall to sleep in. We were surrounded by questioning young boys until 12, and one of the school teachers even wanted to come with us. The next day we motored on to a town called Taiping and called at a N.Z. Military base where Bruce knew the dentist - went to school with him. He was not there when we arrived but we were entertained royally in the Officer'​s Mess. We had a beautiful dinner with them, slept the night on the Sport'​s pavilion verandah, and the next morning set off for Penang. We were just driving along the street there when we were tooted by some women in a car. We stopped and spoke to them - just as well too - they were Army Officer'​s wives and one of them from Sydney invited us girls to stay at her place for the night. Penang is really beautiful, lovely beaches, wonderful trees and magnificent homes. The place where the boys stayed was the complete upstairs of a huge old house with fully equipped kitchen, three huge bedrooms, dining room, living room and four bathrooms. The lady we stayed with had a beautiful modern two storey semi-detached house just by the sea. The next day we were entertained at the most exclusive club in town. Consequently we left Penang with very pleasant memories. It is only 48 miles in circumference but there are 2 1/2 million people on it. They range from the rich in palatial homes in tree lined avenues, to the Malays and Chinese living crowded together in dirty hovels. That day we drove on to the Thai border, where we spent the night at the Custom'​s Post of Changloon - more staring faces. Throughout Malaya the roads are very good, all tar sealed, but everybody drives like crazy. All the road signs are in English as well as Malayan and a lot of people speak English.
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 __All bushwalkers should become acquainted with out shop__!! __All bushwalkers should become acquainted with out shop__!!
  
-Prepare your Food Lists from our wide rnage of -+Prepare your Food Lists from our wide range of -
  
 __Dried fruits__ - apricots, apples, pears, prunes. __Dried fruits__ - apricots, apples, pears, prunes.
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 === Stop Press. === === Stop Press. ===
  
-News of a short T.T. film on Bushwalking ​inade with an S.B.W. cast at Glenbrook on 22nd March and shown in ABN's Weekend Magazine on Easter Sunday. Jack Gentle and Malcolm McGregor assisted in preparing the Commentary. A copy of the film will be available to the Club. More of this later.+News of a short T.T. film on Bushwalking ​made with an S.B.W. cast at Glenbrook on 22nd March and shown in ABN's Weekend Magazine on Easter Sunday. Jack Gentle and Malcolm McGregor assisted in preparing the Commentary. A copy of the film will be available to the Club. More of this later.
  
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 ===== At Our Annual Reunion. ===== ===== At Our Annual Reunion. =====
  
-"​Mulga.+"Mulga".
  
 After the shock of the new clubroom I felt that anything could happen on Reunion weekend, and as Saturday moved on it was evident that the mood set by the Great Event was to continue. After the shock of the new clubroom I felt that anything could happen on Reunion weekend, and as Saturday moved on it was evident that the mood set by the Great Event was to continue.
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 Edna organised well, and maintained a steady flow of song and sketch with room for anyone who could be persuaded to perform. Highlights of the night were a true fairy tale "The Frog Prince",​ and a "Trial of the Past Editor"​. We did notice a slight accent on Dormie'​s 5% and must mention the superb performance of Snow Brown as a famous three-dimensional Artiste. Edna organised well, and maintained a steady flow of song and sketch with room for anyone who could be persuaded to perform. Highlights of the night were a true fairy tale "The Frog Prince",​ and a "Trial of the Past Editor"​. We did notice a slight accent on Dormie'​s 5% and must mention the superb performance of Snow Brown as a famous three-dimensional Artiste.
  
-The initiation ceremony was a chariot relay race between three teams of four each - two lawnmowers and a barrow - and somehow I think the horses fared better than the drivers over thB rugged course. The winners were awarded with a feed of fried witchety grubs, but this was a sell, for I have it on good authority that they were made of dough. Pity!+The initiation ceremony was a chariot relay race between three teams of four each - two lawnmowers and a barrow - and somehow I think the horses fared better than the drivers over the rugged course. The winners were awarded with a feed of fried witchety grubs, but this was a sell, for I have it on good authority that they were made of dough. Pity!
  
 Jack Gentle was sworn in for a further term and spoke gratefully of the assistance he'd been given during the year. Jack Gentle was sworn in for a further term and spoke gratefully of the assistance he'd been given during the year.
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 Return seats were found for everyone, and all in all it was a mighty Reunion. Thanks to Colin Putt and his committee and helpers for the hard yakka which made it (and the supper) such a success, and to the members and families whose presence made it worthwhile. Return seats were found for everyone, and all in all it was a mighty Reunion. Thanks to Colin Putt and his committee and helpers for the hard yakka which made it (and the supper) such a success, and to the members and families whose presence made it worthwhile.
  
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 === 1959 Reunion Attendance. === === 1959 Reunion Attendance. ===
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 Mr. Hattswell picked us up at 8 a.m., and by 11 we were at Ginkin, our starting point. There were eight in the party - Jack Wren (our leader, though he resigned once or twice), Jean and Alan Wilson, Allan Abbott, Pam Baker, Yvonne Renwick, Frank Leyden and I. A non-bushwalker observer, seeing us setting out, all clean and pale, over the luscious green pastures, might have been puzzled to decide whether we were going to a back to childhood party or eluding our warders. The favoured female fashion was a kind of smock, called a Kowmung shirt, which reached from neck to knees and might or might not be held in the middle by a belt. The boys also sported a variety of shirts. One little fellow, about 6 ft. high and 3 1/2 ft. round, had grown out of his shirt, and his mother had tacked a foot or so of check tablecloth to its hem so as to bring it down to his knees. Another wore a spotlessly white dress shirt. When motionless he looked, but for the colour of his skin, like the Pelaco advertisement,​ but he cut a dashing figure as his beard grew and he leapt from rock to rock with the tails flying behind. Broad straw hats and gym boots completed the ensemble of both sexes. Mr. Hattswell picked us up at 8 a.m., and by 11 we were at Ginkin, our starting point. There were eight in the party - Jack Wren (our leader, though he resigned once or twice), Jean and Alan Wilson, Allan Abbott, Pam Baker, Yvonne Renwick, Frank Leyden and I. A non-bushwalker observer, seeing us setting out, all clean and pale, over the luscious green pastures, might have been puzzled to decide whether we were going to a back to childhood party or eluding our warders. The favoured female fashion was a kind of smock, called a Kowmung shirt, which reached from neck to knees and might or might not be held in the middle by a belt. The boys also sported a variety of shirts. One little fellow, about 6 ft. high and 3 1/2 ft. round, had grown out of his shirt, and his mother had tacked a foot or so of check tablecloth to its hem so as to bring it down to his knees. Another wore a spotlessly white dress shirt. When motionless he looked, but for the colour of his skin, like the Pelaco advertisement,​ but he cut a dashing figure as his beard grew and he leapt from rock to rock with the tails flying behind. Broad straw hats and gym boots completed the ensemble of both sexes.
  
-As we made our way towards the Tuglom ​the message "​bushwalkers"​ passed from fly to fly, and soon each of us moved within our own swarm. When we produced steak for lunch an extra loud buzz arose, probably the fly equivalent of a cheer. All our defences, including insecticides and mosquito net, were useless, but we comforted ourselves with the thought that they were probably worse here, where animals grazed, than further on, and this proved to be so.+As we made our way towards the Tuglow ​the message "​bushwalkers"​ passed from fly to fly, and soon each of us moved within our own swarm. When we produced steak for lunch an extra loud buzz arose, probably the fly equivalent of a cheer. All our defences, including insecticides and mosquito net, were useless, but we comforted ourselves with the thought that they were probably worse here, where animals grazed, than further on, and this proved to be so.
  
 In the afternoon we made our way over the limestone outcrops, past notices which warned of dog traps. The dingoes must have been bad here - a well worn enclosure fenced with 6 ft. netting was evidence that the sheep were rounded up nightly and placed in it for protection. We trod warily, but soon learned to recognise trap emplacements near the fences that the dogs would skirt. It was hot in the sun with our nine day packs, which weighed over 30 lbs. for the girls and over 40 for the boys, and we were glad to flop down on our camp site within view of Tuglow Falls about 1.30 p.m. Despite the dead thornbush around, it was a well grassed and comfortable spot. Next morning, after a couple of hours spent photographing Tuglow Falls and Chardon'​s Canyon, we set off down the Kowmung. I had been on this part of the river before, with the first S.B.W. trip down the river bed, when we placed our packs on the top of our surf floats and they rolled straight over. Though I recognised little of the river now, my companions on that trip never seemed far away. In the afternoon we made our way over the limestone outcrops, past notices which warned of dog traps. The dingoes must have been bad here - a well worn enclosure fenced with 6 ft. netting was evidence that the sheep were rounded up nightly and placed in it for protection. We trod warily, but soon learned to recognise trap emplacements near the fences that the dogs would skirt. It was hot in the sun with our nine day packs, which weighed over 30 lbs. for the girls and over 40 for the boys, and we were glad to flop down on our camp site within view of Tuglow Falls about 1.30 p.m. Despite the dead thornbush around, it was a well grassed and comfortable spot. Next morning, after a couple of hours spent photographing Tuglow Falls and Chardon'​s Canyon, we set off down the Kowmung. I had been on this part of the river before, with the first S.B.W. trip down the river bed, when we placed our packs on the top of our surf floats and they rolled straight over. Though I recognised little of the river now, my companions on that trip never seemed far away.
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 For the first few miles the valley is just rough. Stretches of fairly open walking are interspersed with rock hopping, scrambling, and scrub pushing. We arrived at Tuglow Hole, a deep rock pool with sheer walls on one side, about 4 p.m. and camped again rather than start our pack floating that afternoon. The river here is some 3,000 ft. above sea level. Trout broke the surface as evening drew in, but unfortunately we had no fishing license, so we couldn'​t catch any. We regretted too that we hadn't brought our bulldozer. There was a little patch of ground near the water just big enough for our dining room. The Wilson Construction Co. got to work and flattened a space for one tent, while another, best unnamed, removed some sizeable vegetation to make enough room for three to lie in the dining room. Frank erected his tent over various rocks and tussocks round which he and Allan Abbott somehow insinuated themselves. For the first few miles the valley is just rough. Stretches of fairly open walking are interspersed with rock hopping, scrambling, and scrub pushing. We arrived at Tuglow Hole, a deep rock pool with sheer walls on one side, about 4 p.m. and camped again rather than start our pack floating that afternoon. The river here is some 3,000 ft. above sea level. Trout broke the surface as evening drew in, but unfortunately we had no fishing license, so we couldn'​t catch any. We regretted too that we hadn't brought our bulldozer. There was a little patch of ground near the water just big enough for our dining room. The Wilson Construction Co. got to work and flattened a space for one tent, while another, best unnamed, removed some sizeable vegetation to make enough room for three to lie in the dining room. Frank erected his tent over various rocks and tussocks round which he and Allan Abbott somehow insinuated themselves.
  
-This was typical of our camp sites for the next few days. Pitching one tent was not so difficult - there were occasional flat spaces just big enough for one tent. To put another near it called for considerable site improvement while the third tent sometines ​had to be (or perhaps I should say, "​was",​) pitched up to 50 yards away.+This was typical of our camp sites for the next few days. Pitching one tent was not so difficult - there were occasional flat spaces just big enough for one tent. To put another near it called for considerable site improvement while the third tent sometimes ​had to be (or perhaps I should say, "​was",​) pitched up to 50 yards away.
  
 Soon after setting out next morning we came to the first of the rock enclosed pools which necessitated swimming. Groundsheets were carefully wrapped around our packs and  into the water we went, towing them by a cord held in the teeth. We knew it would work, but nevertheless were glad to report "all dry" after our first swim. Soon after setting out next morning we came to the first of the rock enclosed pools which necessitated swimming. Groundsheets were carefully wrapped around our packs and  into the water we went, towing them by a cord held in the teeth. We knew it would work, but nevertheless were glad to report "all dry" after our first swim.
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 We were now approaching the biggest gorge on the Kowmung - our food depot at Lannigan'​s Creek. It included our Christmas dinner, cum Alan Wilson'​s birthday party; in fact as many goodies in tins, bottles, jars etc. as we could carry down there (84 lbs. including food for the rest of the trip). It was well concealed in a small cave, the tins inscribed in Jean's lipstick in case the labels came off, and the packages placed in dried vegetable containers supplied by courtesy of Paddy Pallin. Nevertheless reports circulated of a wallaby with ruby-red lips, a sleek possum leering at us from the tree tops, and a rabbit with a tin opener. It was not until we were at Bull's Creek, some 200 yards from our depot, that we recognised our location. Jack immediately withdrew his resignation and sprinted for the depot, jostled by other members of the party who claimed the right to be first. The next furlong was the fastest of the trip. We were now approaching the biggest gorge on the Kowmung - our food depot at Lannigan'​s Creek. It included our Christmas dinner, cum Alan Wilson'​s birthday party; in fact as many goodies in tins, bottles, jars etc. as we could carry down there (84 lbs. including food for the rest of the trip). It was well concealed in a small cave, the tins inscribed in Jean's lipstick in case the labels came off, and the packages placed in dried vegetable containers supplied by courtesy of Paddy Pallin. Nevertheless reports circulated of a wallaby with ruby-red lips, a sleek possum leering at us from the tree tops, and a rabbit with a tin opener. It was not until we were at Bull's Creek, some 200 yards from our depot, that we recognised our location. Jack immediately withdrew his resignation and sprinted for the depot, jostled by other members of the party who claimed the right to be first. The next furlong was the fastest of the trip.
  
-In quick time the food was uncovered. Except that something had tried to uncork the sherry and some of the salami and bread was mouldy, all was well. A fine campsite, unnoticed on our last trip, was found about 20 yards away, tents erected, the billy boiled, and, in no time, 2 1/2 lbs of Alan's rich, luscious birthday fruit cake had disappeared down our gullets. Eating continued with intervals for sleep and washing of clothes for the rest of that afternoon and most of the next morning. The fact that it rained heavily most or the time was hardly noticed. We went on after an early lunch next dayr, leaving a disused wombat hole full of tins behind us.+In quick time the food was uncovered. Except that something had tried to uncork the sherry and some of the salami and bread was mouldy, all was well. A fine campsite, unnoticed on our last trip, was found about 20 yards away, tents erected, the billy boiled, and, in no time, 2 1/2 lbs of Alan's rich, luscious birthday fruit cake had disappeared down our gullets. Eating continued with intervals for sleep and washing of clothes for the rest of that afternoon and most of the next morning. The fact that it rained heavily most or the time was hardly noticed. We went on after an early lunch next day, leaving a disused wombat hole full of tins behind us.
  
 We walked now mostly on grassy banks by long still pools fringed by casuarinas. The noise of the river, once a roar, later a rush, was now a gentle swish. Though swimming was no longer necessary, we had to cross from time to time and rather resented a couple of hours return to rock hopping and wading in the muddy water, when we reached the Bulga Denis Canyon. But the scenery was compensation,​ particularly the vivid reds, browns and yellows of Sunrise and Sunset bluff, Orange Bluff and other formations. Below the Bulga Denis it was mostly open easy walking again. After more than a week out most of us were pretty fit. The tensions built up in a year of city life were gone. Walking was less effort - there were no more strains, sprains or bruises as in the first few days. We had soon evolved an easy camping routine. As soon as we camped each of us went to our task, so that, before long, there was time to relax and talk. We had gone through a lot of experiences together and had evolved that easy companionship that only a long walk with "​compatibles"​ can bring. The city seemed far behind, there was no rushing to get back after a couple of days, and the bush was our home. We felt sorry for Frank Leyden when he had to set out on his own to get back to work from Lannigan'​s Creek. We walked now mostly on grassy banks by long still pools fringed by casuarinas. The noise of the river, once a roar, later a rush, was now a gentle swish. Though swimming was no longer necessary, we had to cross from time to time and rather resented a couple of hours return to rock hopping and wading in the muddy water, when we reached the Bulga Denis Canyon. But the scenery was compensation,​ particularly the vivid reds, browns and yellows of Sunrise and Sunset bluff, Orange Bluff and other formations. Below the Bulga Denis it was mostly open easy walking again. After more than a week out most of us were pretty fit. The tensions built up in a year of city life were gone. Walking was less effort - there were no more strains, sprains or bruises as in the first few days. We had soon evolved an easy camping routine. As soon as we camped each of us went to our task, so that, before long, there was time to relax and talk. We had gone through a lot of experiences together and had evolved that easy companionship that only a long walk with "​compatibles"​ can bring. The city seemed far behind, there was no rushing to get back after a couple of days, and the bush was our home. We felt sorry for Frank Leyden when he had to set out on his own to get back to work from Lannigan'​s Creek.
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-SCANNING ​ SCANDINAVIA.+===== Scanning Scandinavia===== 
 - Keith Renwick. - Keith Renwick.
-The Arrival of some news from home and some S.B.W. magazines have stirred my + 
-rattling bones to put pen to paper. At the moment I'm working hard (no commenb) +The Arrival of some news from home and some S.B.W. magazines have stirred my rattling bones to put pen to paper. At the moment I'm working hard (no comment) in Worcester, England, looking forward to my trip home. The weather the past few months has been continuous fog, cloud, and drizzle, except for two fine Sundays, both of which I fortunately spent out walking with the Worcester Ramblers. The whole summer ​was the same, I gather, so I'm glad I wasn't there. I took a small refillable plastic tube of sunshine from Australia and this served me very well indeed on the Continent. All this beaut fine weather was disastrous on the finances and Kodak'​s shares jumped considerably. 
-in Worcester, England, looking forward to my trip home. The weather the past few months has been continuous fog, cloud, and drizzle, except for two fine Sundays, + 
-both of which I fortunately spent out walking with the Worcester Ramblers. The +We'll leave the south for the moment and start at Copenhagen. I headed north around August 9th. Three weeks of the next four were bright and sunny with Kodachromatic clouds and all. Most of the travel was by train and bus, which here can be remarkably cheap over long distances, because of a descending scale of charges. You can break your journey often and almost anywhere you want to without extra cost. Soon after leaving Copenhagen the train passes through some natural forest land with herds of deer grazing quite close to the railway lines. The passage of the train hardly caused a pause in their eating. The rest of the journey from Copenhagen to Oslo was along the beaches of the Kattegat Sea. Yes, beaches with a sort of yellow sand and very scattered holiday resorts and even more scattered holiday makers. For Sweden is a rich but very expensive country. 
-whole simmer ​was the same, I gather, so I'm glad I wasn't there. I took a small refillable plastic tube of sunshine from Australia and this served me very well + 
-indeed on the Continent. All this beaut fine weather was disastrous on the finances and Kodak'​s shares jumped considerably. +Oslo is a very interesting city, with the Kon-Tiki raft, the Polar Ship "​Fram"​ and many other things to see. A few of us from the Youth Hostel went for a Sunday trip to the hills at the back of Oslo to taste the bush of Norway. For the most part it was pine forest with a tangle of moss covered logs and stones underfoot, very much like Tassie. Apart from this there is not a great deal of scrub, as the hills are covered with snow for a good many months of the year. This was only about 3/4 hour electric tram/train ride out of the city. The route from Oslo to Stockholm followed a river most of the way - a large wild, blue and white foaming river. Many pine forests lined the route and much logging activity took place along the riverThe native pine forests are much prettier than the regimented pine forests at home. 
-We'll leave the south for the moment and start at Copenhagen. I headed north around August 9th. Three weeks of the next four were bright and sunny with Kodachromatic clouds and all. Most of the travel was by train and bus, whida here can be remarkably cheap over long distances, because of a descending scale of + 
-charges. You can break your journey often and almost anywhere you want to without extra cost. Soon after leaving Copenhagen the train passes through some natural forest land with herds of deer grazing quite close to the railway lines. The +The Youth Hostel at Stockholm is on an old sailing ​ship. It was impossible to get in for that night, so I headed for the camping ground. The camping grounds in Europe are very good indeed, being either in the city or easily accessible; consequently,​ because of this and the good weather, and the crowded hostels, I used them almost exclusively for three months. The one in Stockholm is one of the best, set in a large tract of natural forest near to the coast. Little had been done to alter the setting in any way. To get there you have to use their brand-spanking-new electric underground suburban train serviceMuch use has been made of sweeping concrete structures and even the seats were concrete! This I thought bad design. A tired Swedish housewife with piles of shopping ​sat down on one end of a seat, and I sat down on the other. Both of us were tired out and longing to get home. We sat a few moments each deep in our own thoughts and then it dawned on us. We both looked round, faced each other, beaming smiles from ear to ear. The seats were heated! and we both said so, even though neither could understand each other'​s language. 
-passage of the train hardly caused a pause in their eating. The rest of the journey from Copenhagen to Oslo was along the beaches of the Kattegat Sea. Yes, beaches with a sort of yellow sand and very scattered holiday resorts and even more scattered holiday makers. For Sweden is a rich but very expensive country. + 
-Oslo is a very interesting city, with the-Kon-Tiki raft, the Polar Ship "​Fram"​ and many other things to see. A few of us from the Youth Hostel went for a Sunday trip to the hills at the back of Oslo to taste the bush of Norway. For the most +I then had a most enjoyable further five minutes appreciating the warm seat and watching more harassed workers and housewives sit down, tired and solemn, with gloom and dejection written all over their faces. A slight pause of a few minutes and then they'd see the light. The change in their facial expression was hilariously funny, particularly those who were embarrassed at what they had discovered..
-part it was pine forest with a tangle of moss covered logs and stones underfoot, very much like Tassie. Apart from this there is not a great deal of scrub, as the hills are covered with snow for a good many months of the year. This was only about hour electric tram/train ride out of the city. The route from Oslo to Stockholm followed a river most of the way - a large wild, blue and white foaming river. ​,Many 'pine forests lined the route and mtch logging activity took place along the river,' ​The native pine forests are much prettier than the regimented pine forests at home. + 
-The Youth Hostel at Stockholm is on an old sailing ​tip. It was impossible to get in for that night, so I headed for the camping ground. The camping grounds in Europe are very good indeed, being either in the city or easily accessible; consequently,​ because of this and the good weather, and the crowded hostels, I used them almost exclusively for three months. The one in Stockholm is one of the best, set in a large tract of natural forest near to the coast. Little had been done to alter the setting in any way. To get there you have to use their brand-spanking-new electric underground suburban train serviceMuch use has been made of sweeping concrete structures and even the seats were concrete! This I thought bad design. A tired Swedish housewife with piles of daopping ​sat down on one end of a seat, and I sat down on the other. Both of us were tired out and longing to get home. We sat a few moments each deep in our own thoughts and then it dawned on us. We both looked round, faced each other, beaming smiles from ear to ear. The seats were heated! and we both said so, even though neither could understand each other'​s language. +The boat journey across the Baltic Sea from Stockholm to Helsinki occupies an afternoon and a night. About the same size as the boat across to Tassie, it has three classes, the lowest being sit-up railway type seats. However, a sleeping bag on some life rafts was far more comfortableWhereas the Swedes were rude and most unhelpful (they are supposed to have the highest standard of living in Europe and all seem afraid that anyone else who comes along wants something from them), the Finns were very much the opposite and were very friendly and helpful. They also were the most geographically-minded people I struck. Not only did they know quite a bit about Australia, but one chap even quoted the populations of the Australian capitalsI retired somewhat staggered. A lot of this interest was a result of the Olympic Games - everyone knew about the Melbourne Olympics. 
-21. + 
-I then had a most enjoyable further five minutes appreciating the warm seat +A night in the camping ground, beautifully set in forest beside an inlet of the sea; then off by train the next morning far Kuopio, about one quarter of the way up Finland. The train was a many stations job and the number and type of people in the carriage changed a lot throughout the course of the day. When I first started on this trip I thought that travelling alone would be very boring, but it proved to be far from it. With two or three people together you tend to become wrapped up in your own small little world, and the people around you just passers-by. But by yourself, and and particularly in countries like Finland and Yugoslavia, the friends you make are ordinary people of the country. And this is just as important a part of the country as the scenery is. 
-and watching more harassed workers and housewives sit down, tired and solemn, with gloom and dejection written all over their faces. A slight pause of a few minutes and then they'd see the light. The change in their facial expression was hilariously funny, particularly those who were embarrassed at what they had discovered .. + 
-The boat journey across the Baltic Sea from Stockholm to Helsinki occupies an +As a result, I was soon in conversation with the people around me. This may sound odd when none of us could understand or speak a word of each other's language, but it remarkable how much one can do with signs and a pencil and paper to draw with. A friend of mine who came last year, had suggested that I take some used Australian ​stamps. These worked wonders. In the first place, you take enough to be able to give them away. This sets you off on a friendly basis from the start. They identify you and of course the pictures help to provide subjects to "​talk" ​ about, e.g. the Queen and her Mama (mama being an almost universal word, apparently). 
-afternoon and a night. About the same size as the boat across to Tassie, it has three classes, the lowest being sit-up railway type seats. However, a sleeping bag on some life rafts was far more comfortableWhereas the Swedes were rude and most unhelpful (they are supposed to have the highest standard of living in Europe and all seem afraid that anyone else who comes along wants something from them), the Finns were very much the opposite and were very friendly and helpful. They also + 
-were the most geographically-minded people I struck. Not only did they know quite a bit about Australia, but one chap even quoted the populations of the Australian +The scenery is magnificent. It's not spectacular,​ being mostly flat country, but the forests and lakes are really wonderful. The pine forests I have already ​mentioned, but another type is the birch forest. These are white-barked ​or trees roughly similar to our ti-trees and which feature so much in colour pictures of American scenery. There are lakes everywhere, big ones, little ones, round ones, odd-shaped ones. The roads are all gravel because tar seal breaks up under the influence of the winter ​freeze. The houses didn't differ very greatly to those in other places in Europe, being crowded in the centres of towns, with individual houses on separate blocks of land further out. Wood of course is used a lot as a building material. 
-capitalsI retired somewhat staggered. A lot of this interest was a result of the Olympic Games - everyone knew about the Melbourne Olympics. + 
-A night in the camping ground, beautifully set in forest beside an inlet of the sea; then off by train the next morning far Kuopio, about one quarter of the way up Finland. The train was a many stations job and the number and type of people in the carriage changed a lot throughout the course of the day. When I first started on this trip I thought that travelling alone would be very boring, but it proved to be far from it. With two or three people together you tend to become wrapped up in your own small little world, and the people around you just passers-by. But by your- +In the back yards of many houses were wooden structures like miniature barns, with steep V-roofs and about 4 ft. high. In the course of "​conversation"​ I found out that these were covered-in wells and that nearly every house has one for their water supply. (Towns have pipes, I think.) They are covered in to keep out the snow in winter and presumably it may help to stop them freezing up a bit. About 3 or 4 feet of snow covers Finland in winter. It does, however, get exceptionally cold. The Finns were all surprised to find out how much snow Australia had in winter. 
-self, and and particularly in countries like Finland and Yugoslavia, the friends you + 
-.make are ordinary people of the country. And this is just as important a part of the +Kuopio is most notable because it has a hill. This hill is no more than 200 ft. above the surrounding country, ​but to make it even better, and to get above the surrounding ​forest, they have built a big lookout like a concrete water tower. This affords a splendid lookout point over the surrounding forests and lakes. I returned to the town directly through the forest, mostly pines, and found large quantities of mild raspberries and strawberries. These grow wild in Scandinavia much as blackberries do at home and afford very good eating. They are smaller than the cultivated varieties and much sweeter. 
-country as the scenery is. + 
-As a result, I was soon in conversation with the people around me. This may sound odd when none of us could understand or speak a word of each othar's language, but it remarkable how much one can do with signs and a pencil and paper to draw with. A friend of mine who came last year, had suggested that I take some used Auatralian ​stamps. These worked wonders. In the first place, you take enough to be able to give them away. This sets you off on a friendly basis from the start. They identify you and of course the pictures help to provide subjects to "​talk" ​ about, e g. the Queen and her Mama (mama being an almost universal word, apparently). +Upon leaving the forest I found myself in the local church yard and cemetery. The church itself was ultra modern in design and of glass and stained timber. A great deal of Northern Finland is very modern in construction,​ largely because so much was destroyed when the Russians invaded Finland after the last World War. The cemetery also was exceptionally well-kept and permanent gardeners were employed. Altogether it resembled more a botanical garden than a cemetery. 
-The scenery is magnificent. It's not spectacular,​ being mostly flat country, but the forests and lakes are really wonderful. The pine forests I have already + 
-msntioned, but another type is the birch forest. These are white-barked ​'​.... +The next days journey via a zig zag route and several changes of trains brought me to Kemi, right at the head of the Gulf of Bothnia. Kemi was not unlike an outback town in N.S.W., though of course not so hot and dusty. The streets are wide and gravel-surfaced,​ and the buildings mostly painted wood - trees scattered here and there along the streets and among the houses. I went to the local Youth Hostel, which like many in Finland is in the school. Consequently the Youth Hostels are largely open only in the school holidays. Having left my pack, I wandered around for a look at the town. Kemi is an important port for the North and also a big fishing centre. In a park by the sea was an open-air theatre, at this time used for the children, but unfortunately I arrived when it had all finished. 
-trees roughly similar to our ti-trees and which feature so much in colour pictures of American scenery. There are lakes everywhere, big ones, little ones, round ones, odd-shaped ones. The roads are all gravel because tar seal breaks up under the influence of the minter ​freeze. The houses didn't differ very greatly to those in other places in Europe, being crowded in the centres of towns, with individual houses on separate blocks of land further out. Wood of course is used a lot as a building material. + 
-In the back yards of many houses were wooden structures like miniature barns, with steep V-roofs and about 4 ft. high. In the course of "​conversation"​ I found +It was then that I made an amazing discovery about the gravel-surfaced roads. The gravels were dust covered gemstones! WhackoI'd struck it rich at last. However, don't pack your bags and hurry off that way at high speed, it's not as good as all that, they would hardly even come into the semi-precious class. However it was a most amazing collection of different coloured quartze and cherts, agates and chalcedonies. I spent about half an hour down on my hands and knees carefully going through the road gravels, much to the amazement of the passers-by, who fortunately didn't try to find out what I was doing. The fact that a police waggon ​went by a few minutes later, only proves that the police station was near-by - I think! 
-out that these were covered-in wells and that nearly every house has one for their water supply. (Towns have pipes, I think.) They are covered in to keep out the snow in winter and presumably it may help to stop them freezing up a bit. About 3 or 4 + 
-22, +---- 
-feet of snow covers Finland in winter. It does, however, get exceptionally cold. The Finns were all surprised to find (Alt how much snow Australia had in winter. + 
-Kuopio is most notable because it has a hill. This hill is no more than +=== Lost at the Reunion=== 
-200 ft. above the surrounding country, ​bot to make it even better, and to get +
-above the sxrrounding ​forest, they have built a 'big lookout like a concrete water +
-tower. This affords a splendid lookout point over the surrounding forests and lakes. I returned to the town directly through the forest, mostly pines, and found large quantities of mild raspberries and strawberries. These grow wild in +
-Scandinavia much as blackberries do at home and afford very good eating. They are +
-smaller than the cultivated varieties and much sweeter. +
-Upon leaving the forest I found myself in the local church yard and cemetery. The church itself was ultra modern in design and of glass and stained timber. A +
-great deal of Northern Finland is very modern in construction,​ largely because so much was destroyed when the Russians invaded Finland after the last World War. The +
-cemetery also was exceptionally well-kept and permanent gardeners were employed. Altogether it resembled more a botanical garden than a cemetery. +
-The next days journey via a zig zag route and several changes of trains +
-brought me to Kemi, right at the head of the Gulf of Bothnia. Kemi was not unlike an outback:town in N.SX., though of course not so hot and dusty. The streets are +
-wide and gravel-surfaced,​ and the buildings mostly painted wood - trees scattered here and there along the streets and among the houses. I vent to the local Youth Hostel, which like many in Finland is in the school. Consequently the Youth Hostels +
-are largely open only in the school holidays. Having left my pack, I wandered around for a look at the town. Kemi is an important port for the Northand also a +
-big fishing centre. In a park by the sea was an open,-air theatre, at this time used for the children, but unfortunately I arrived when it had all finished. +
-It was then that I made an amazing discovery about the gravel-surfaced roads. The gravels were dust covered gemstones! WhackoI'd struck it rich at last. +
-However, don't pack your bags and hurry off that way at high speed, it's not as +
-good as all that, they mould hardly even come into the semi-precious class. However it was a most amazing collection of different coloured quartze and cherts, agates +
-and chalcedonies. I spent about half an hour down onmy hands and knees carefully going through the road gravels, much to the amazement of the passers-by, who fortunately didn't try to find fit what I was doing. The fact that a police waggon +
-vent by a few minutes later, only proves that the police station was near-by - I think! +
-LOST AT THE REUNION.+
 At Wood's Creek, probably near the car park: One bright yellow rubber dinghy stowed in a cloth cover. At Wood's Creek, probably near the car park: One bright yellow rubber dinghy stowed in a cloth cover.
 +
 The finder will earn the eternal gratitude of Frank Young. The finder will earn the eternal gratitude of Frank Young.
  
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